Nobody's Story

My blood is mixed
My mother was ungumpai picani, my father was habsoluca
This mixture was not respected;
as a small boy I was often left to myself
So I spent many months stalking the Elk people,
to prove i would soon become a good hunter
One day finally, my Elk relatives took pity on me,
and a young Elk gave his life to me
With only my knife, I took his life
As I was preparing to cut the meat white men came upon me,
they were English soldiers
I cut one with my knife but they hit me on the head, with a rifle
All went black; my spirit seemed to leave me
I was then taken east, in a cage
I was taken to Toronto, then Philadelphia,
and then to New York; and each time I arrived in another city, s
omehow the white man had moved all thier people there ahead of me
Each new city contained the same white people as the last,
and I could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly
Eventually, I was taken on a ship across the great sea,
over to England, and I was paraded before them like a captured animal, an exhibit
So I mimicked them, imitating their ways,
hoping they might lose interest in this young savage,
but their interest only grew
I was copying them so they placed me into the white mans school
It was there that I discovered, in a book,
the words that William Blake had written
They were powerful words and they spoke to me
So I made careful plans and eventually I escaped
Once again I crossed the great ocean
I saw many sad things as I made my way back to the lands of my people
Once they realized who I was, the stories of my adventures angered them
They called me a liar
Xebachae-he who talks loud saying nothing
Ridiculed by my own people, and I was left to wander the earth alone
I am Nobody.